Re: Captain's Orders
Helene snickers, "So that's what that was? Should I remember to use less dye in the future?"
Her hand shifts, finagling its way through his fingers one at a time until they're laced together comfortably. At which point, her arm goes largely limp, so if he doesn't keep their hands up on his chest, they're liable to slide down into his lap. Next, she shifts a bit, rotating to better face Hector and Oriana, and takes a deep breath.
"So, Duran knows some of this already, but I'll start from the top, as they say. You've seen my Lightfoil, and I'm sure you've assumed or otherwise noticed that I have a stronger than average connection to the Force. I am, however, Tapani, which is not a member of the Republic just yet, and so I wasn't snatched up by the Jedi. No offense."
She gives Durans hand a gentle squeeze to indicate her sincerity, and then continues, "My family did their best to find tutors for me, but I was uh, a rather difficult student. Shocking thought, I know. At least until they hired a man named Kyle. Kyle was Isabels husband, the woman I was talking to at the other table, with their son, Derick. Only... Kyle never told me he was married. He kept them a secret, probably because he felt they would be safer, and also because he was afraid to tell me. By which I mean, that he didn't want to hurt me."
She takes another deep breath, closing her eyes a moment, and then opening as she continues, "When I eventually found out anyway, I... completely lost it. I can't even remember everything I said or did until I woke up in the infirmary, having been subdued by house guards. I vaguely recall the property damage as being somewhere in the area of twenty thousand credits or more, a good portion of which was my own bedroom. The bed, especially, I had somehow set on fire. And that's how my father found out I'd been with Kyle."
"Of course, he didn't know the whole story, and I was in no shape to tell him, between the drugs they'd given me and everything else. I don't remember even being aware of where we were going or what was happening until we pulled up in front of Kyles home, and the security team had dragged him forcibly out into the yard, where my father read the charges against him. I don't remember even hearing the words, either, it was only later that I came to understand that my father had assumed what I think any father would assume, that Kyle had raped me."
She takes one more deep breath, the exhale of which has a slightly shuddering quality to it, "And under our laws, I did what was my right to do. I executed him."